merry solstice war is over (if you want it)

I've always found the news to be kind of depressing. Woman found dead, four car pileup, oh yeah we're still at war...
The recession's made it utterly unbearable.

And now to Susan, for some tips on how to make your dollars go a little further this holiday season with the economy in this slump...

Thanks, Jim. Well, first off, if you stop using your hot water and just shower in the rain, you are saving a bundle on water and power. Of course we recommend using public transportation to save money. Just make sure bundle up with layers because climate change is a bitch this year in Southern California! It's colder than a witch's titty in a brass brassiere, Jim, which is another reason we're encouraging people to start wearing trash bags for insulation like homeless people. Also, a lot of people don't realize how much fast, hard cash harvested organs go for! Jim, think about your kids' strong, healthy, little kidneys. Do they really need both of them? Wouldn't they rather have a Christmas tree this year?

decline of the west

I have to say, as fake as this city is, it redeems itself without fail.

Last night my friend I and I drove in circles for ages because mapquest lies, always.
Our destination was a fairyland-looking garden of a pale Indian pink apartment building in Hollywood, overgrown with trumpeting flower trees and ferns and white lanterns blowing in the wind. 

EXITMUSIC played a set in outside, and it was so worth risking a flu relapse for. EXITMUSIC has the lovliest, darkest, most sensual sound; like dirty words murmured in minor chords, or maybe mind-blowing sex on a hospital bed. By the way, I've been to a mess of awful holiday get-togethers lately. Wasn't really digging on it this year, until last night. Not to mention that now my house smells like pine and spices mmmmmmm.

I'd discovered EXITMUSIC over the summer, at a warm, sunny Venice party with a cold one in my hand. Guess my love is year-round.

This is my favorite time of year. Soon, we will restart our family tradition of going to preschool and telling them in graphic detail about the origins of the Santa suit. Germanic pagan tribes used to perform animistic ceremonies in winter, in which the shaman would wear an animal's skin, turning over the flesh at the neck and wrists. All that red isn't dyed wool-it's the bloody underside of animal skin, the white trim is the other side. True story, my uncle told me (not when I was in preschool, though.)

Oh man I wish I could go through with that just one year.

in the beginning:

Wait..that's it? I'm done, and now I'm posting somethign and typi-CRAP.

ahem.

I don't who is going to read this thing, but let me just give some sort of mission statement. In all honesty,  plan on posting everything from classified government surveillance information to stove-top recipes for crystal meth. But, as a cover, let's say this is just some silly girl's blog about art she likes and writers she's into and music she thinks you might like. Even worse, let's say she can't control her anecdotal impulses. Who the hell would read that? 

Stay tuned for tax evasion guidelines and my miracle 3-day jello-shot diet.

Oh, and Robert Montgomery's word art makes me roll my eyes in existential rapture. Just a little bit, you know.